Once she loved a boy, but he did not love her.
His name was Jun. Disillusioned, she tried to forget.
So she left everything; traveled to the other side of the world,
But life was like a dream,
a series of meaningless movement.

And then by chance she met your brother.
The moment she saw you.
She knew you were made for her.

You're never out of her thoughts. She sees only you.

If it was yesterday he'd felt free just like her
He could have been with her,
but today can't be anymore.
Tomorrow maybe yes. But today he is not there.

I heard someone say
that mind keeps wandering from desire to contempt,
from contempt to desire,
never ever feeling bored. 'Cause we think we are free,
I think it's so pathetic. Don't you ?
Were you listening to me? No not even one word.

I heard someone say that mind keeps wandering.
Life is like a dream, a series of meaningless movement.
I heard someone say
let's go to the other world
because we think we are free. series of meaningful movement.